Verse 1: [P.Flow Matics]
We bring you those lyrical raw styles
The cool jams colder than the weather in Moscow, (You're done!)
Commercial rap is wack let's take it back into the past
Hey yo DJ! It's time to scratch that record like a rash!
First of all we got the flows that none of yal could handle
Prepare to get strangled, mashed up and mangled, cut you like a sample
Let's do the math, P.Flow plus a hip hop production
Equals execution causing a spontanious combustion
Of ability, not to mention agility cause you'll remember this flow forever like it took your damn virginity on stage
See someone let the jackal out the cage
Don't try to be brave or I'mma blast you like a 12 gage!
Flip like a skateboard if you ever disrespect
So begin punching that skateboard cause it's time to hit the deck!
Expose your brain matter to the public like an art piece
I'm shredding yal with lyrics quicker than a segal's heartbeat!
Chorus X2:
P.Flow Matics: The mic is dead I murder it, I murder it
"scratching" Bigg.B: L.O.C. in the building
XX20: For all you wannabe rappers who be acting
"scratching" instead of rapping!
Verse 2: [Desruptive Concept 20]
Blood gushing, blood rushing concussion
Filter her blood to her tampak suction
Obduction, f** seduction, k** this b**h
Soon as we step out
I'm caving her chest in as I'm ripping her breast out!
Stab, jux, cut, slicing all of her face up
Through the eyes of a murderer I only k** from the waste up!
Psychotic, bionic off of the chronic, no logic?
Give me the gin, give me the tonic
Ma**acre the beat at a speed that's just supersonic
This hearts green blood, flowing like hydroponic
I spit flames of fire like chemical combustion
Your reign of victory should soon come to descruction
Dark black venom keeps leaking out these pores
The horror, the madness, graphic intercourse!
I get in her bu*t of course, it's theraputical, medicinal
Message sent subliminal, living with these criminals
Chorus X2:
P.Flow Matics: The mic is dead I murder it, I murder it
"scratching" Bigg.B: L.O.C. in the building
XX20: For all you wannabe rappers who be acting
"scratching" instead of rapping!
Verse 3: [P.Flow Matics]
While you were born to spit your wackness
I was destined to shred
I'm like a spider, always dropping something fly on the web
Metaphorical wordplays until I'm out of my wits
The only dope joints you have is when you roll up a spliff
A wordsmith is a person who is inclined with his words
A freestyler drops sh** right off the top like a bird!
Who's the illest? Who's the best? Who is so fresh and supperb
Who is a k**er in the flesh here to possess what occures?
You really think that you're original? Damn, you must be mental then
Cause all you rappers look a like to me like skeletons
Always rapping about crack? Why do you bait yourself out?
You are what you eat p**y you just ate yourself out!
I could k** you with a sixteen if I'm down with the beat
Ain't the type with a foot fetish but I'm down for defeat
And I could prove that to you rappers like a printed receipt
Listen it's deep, talk is cheap b**h, go piss in your sheets, yur sh** iz weak!
Chorus X2:
P.Flow Matics: The mic is dead I murder it, I murder it
"scratching" Bigg.B: L.O.C. in the building
XX20: For all you wannabe rappers who be acting
"scratching" instead of rapping!